In the grand Xanta family mansion, Hammo’s fury remained unrelenting since he returned from the talk show. The sound of shattering glass and destroyed objects echoed throughout the room. The servants could only stand silently in the corners, trying not to attract attention. Darren and Ganza sat on the sofa, exchanging nervous glances, but neither dared to intervene. “Dom! This is all his fault!” Hammo roared, slamming his hand on the table, leaving a large crack on its surface. “He’s the one who invited me to that cursed show!” Darren cautiously attempted to speak. “Dad, maybe it’s not entirely Mr. Dom’s fault. The media—” “Shut up!” Hammo cut him off sharply, glaring at Darren with blazing eyes. “The media? Dom should’ve prevented this!” Hammo paced back and forth across the room like a trapped beast. “I need to divert the media’s attention. There has to be something... something bigger than this!” Beneath his anger, Hammo knew he desperately needed Dom. However, his

Once inside the house, Jacky’s expression immediately shifted as they took in the interior. Contrary to its shabby and dilapidated exterior, the inside was spacious, with wooden walls adorned with luxurious ornaments. A dozen large men were scattered throughout the room. Some held bottles of alcohol, while others casually smoked something clearly not a regular cigarette. The pungent smell of drugs mixed with alcohol filled the air, causing Jacky to wrinkle his nose. The men seemed engrossed in their revelry, laughing loudly, paying no attention to Zander and his team. “You don’t need to worry,” Galio said lightly, waving his hand as if to reassure his guests. “I always keep an open house. Making people happy is my life’s purpose.” Zander didn’t respond, his sharp gaze fixed straight ahead, unaffected by the chaos around him. Galio smirked faintly, walking to a large wooden chair in the center of the room and sitting down nonchalantly. Two burly men immediately stood on eit

Zander stood in the middle of the room, his sharp eyes fixed on Galio, who now had no options left. The aftermath of the battle lingered in the air, with Galio's henchmen sprawled unconscious on the floor. The guests who had been indulging in alcohol and drugs earlier had all hurriedly fled the house, leaving Galio completely alone. "I'll ask you one last time," Zander said coldly. His voice wasn’t loud, but the weight of his words made the air feel heavier. "Where is Biella?" Galio gritted his teeth, his face flushed with humiliation and rage. He glared at Zander with burning eyes, but there was nothing he could do. All his men had been defeated, and no one would come to his aid now. "You think I'll betray my family just because you've won here?" Galio said bitterly, his voice dripping with hatred. Zander let out a small sigh, as though disappointed but not surprised. "I tried to be reasonable, but it seems you prefer I take another approach." Jacky, standing by Zan

Zander followed the plump woman's steps down the narrow, dark corridor. The damp smell grew stronger as they neared a room at the very corner of the old nursing home. The woman stopped in front of a sturdy wooden door, looking more robust than the others, and took a key from the hook on her waist. "Why is she locked in here, while the others are free to wander around?" Zander asked, his voice flat but sharp. The woman chuckled softly, "She often tries to escape. It’s such a hassle for me. So it's better to keep her locked up." The door creaked open, revealing a sight that made Zander’s heart feel as though it was being squeezed. The room was filthy, full of dust, and the stench hit his nose. The corners were filled with piles of ragged fabric and broken items. In the middle of the chaos, sat Biella, her body thin, her long hair tangled and disheveled. When she heard the door open, she slowly turned her head. Her clothes were ragged, and her eyes looked empty, as if

Meanwhile, after that day… In Galob, the most remote area of Venua. In a dark room lit only by a desk lamp, Voss sat with a tense expression. He stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray overflowing with ash. His gaze was sharp, his jaw clenched tightly. "What do you have to report?" he asked coldly, staring at the man in front of him. The man was one of his spies, a small-framed individual with nervous steps. He bowed deeply before speaking. "Sir, the elderly have been relocated from the Atome Nursing Home to the Condano Nursing Home in Venua. It wasn’t done by the government but by a group of local men from Venua," he said, his voice trembling but striving to sound clear. Voss clenched his fist on the table. "Who are they?" "We haven’t identified them yet, Sir." Voss rose from his chair abruptly, causing the man to flinch. He strode to the large window in the room, looking out. "And Galio?" he asked without turning around. For years, Voss had entrusted the Atome Nursing Ho